The Arrangement (JenLisa)

Chapter 3

JENNIE

Jennie's hands are now both gripping either side of the chair, she's standing between Lalisa's legs. She can almost hear her fast-beating heart pushing against her chest. Her body trembled when Lisa's lips touched hers, it only lasted for a second, if it was longer than that her legs won't be able to support her. She has never been this close to Lalisa before. The Thai's warm breath tickles her ear.

Lisa's words finally sink in and Jennie realizes, not only did Lisa already pulled away, but she's offering herself up for a price.

"Are you seriously offering to sell your body to me?" she questions, disgusted with herself for actually thinking about taking Lisa up on her offer. She thinks about pulling the barista's head and kissing her fully. Oh, God.

She doesn't know where these thoughts are coming from. She's never had these feelings before. She's always been able to suppress every desire she's ever had. But Lisa's different, and the Thai doesn't understand that she's baiting Jennie.

"Look, Kitty," Lisa snaps pulling Jennie from her thoughts. "You cost me my job today, and the rent is due. The way I see it, you seem to be interested in making a deal. So how about we talk numbers. Wanna make me an offer?"

Before she loses her temper completely, Jennie let go of the arm rests and take a step back. She needs some distance from the gorgeous Thai. The thought of taking Lisa's lower lip between her teeth playing around in her mind and the barista's sweet smell with a hint of roasted coffee (one of her favorite scent) aren't helping.

"I will say it clearly, and for the second time. Lalisa, I didn't get you fired."

"Liar," Lisa says, and leans on the desk with her palms flat on the glass in front of her. She's smudging up Jennie's pristine desk and making a mess of the CEO's organization. The Thai's trashed her office and flipped Jennie's schedule for the day completely upside down.

Getting to the position she is in today requires rigorous control and scheduling. Jennie Kim just so happen to be a type-A who gets anxiety when her schedule is off even for a moment. The Korean actually suffers from panic attacks when she feels a situation is beyond her control, but surprisingly, right that moment, none of those emotions are present. At the moment, Jennie only feels intense desire, which is as unfamiliar to her as her current situation.

"You won't call me a liar, Lalisa." Jennie's breathing is still ragged, but now that she's not touching Lisa, she can try to put herself together. Maybe some of her braincells will return to function. She can do this. She just has to take it one step at a time.

"First, you need to put my jacket on." She says, and reach down to pick it up off the floor. Jennie approaches Lisa again, but this time careful not to touch the Thai when Lisa takes the shirt from her. After it's in the latter's hand, Jennie takes a step back so she can distance herself from Lisa's pull.

"News flash, Kitty, I'm not putting that jacket on. You can get over it or stay pissed, it's not happening. Now let's talk about you getting me fired."

"Fine. If you insist on not wearing anything, we'll have this discussion like an adult talking to a child." which seems ironic, because without a shirt Lisa looks nothing like a child. She's an adult, alright.

"Oh, Mommy play! Kinky kitty. Now you're talking."

Jennie clenches her fists on her sides to keep some control. Who does Lalisa thinks she is? No one speaks to her like that. Jennie stares at the infuriating Thai for a split second and then all Jennie can think of is how Lisa's alluringly dark stained, plump lips look so kissable that she wants to trace them with her tongue. Goddamnit.